Testimony of Harry Thomas

I was born in Brunswick, partly raised in Southampton, ten miles
below Bethlehem, Virginia. Was then bought by a "nigger-trader,"
J---- B----, and was sold to J---- S----, in South Carolina. The
treatment there was barbarous. At sixteen years old, they gave me a
task, splitting rails, which I did in the time, then went to take my
rest. His wife was harder than he was,-she told me to make lights in
the road, setting fire to rubbish, it being a new place. I got through
at ten o'clock: boss came home, I went in again. She ordered me to
put on water to scour the floors, etc. I would n't,-I went over to her
father's "nigger-house" all night. Next morning, the master came for
me, took me home, stripped me stark naked, made a paddle of
thick oak board, lashed me across a pine log, secured my hands and
feet, and whipped me with the paddle. His little boy saw it and
cried,-he cursed him away,-his wife came,-he cursed her
away. He whipped till he broke the paddle. After that, he took me
to the house, and hit me with a hickory stick over the head and
shoulders, a dozen times or more: then he got salt and water, and
a corn cob, and scrubbed me. Then he sent me to water the hogs,
naked as I was, in January. I ran into the woods, and went back to
the same house, and the colored people gave me some old rags to
keep me from freezing.

I recovered from that beating, and at length ran away again,
because he refused to let me go to see my friends. I was caught by a
colored man, who took me to my master's step-father's,-he whipped
me till he was satisfied, then master came, and whipped me with a
leather strap. I ran right off again; was caught and put in a potato
house. After that I was put in the field to knock along the best way
I could, but I was not able to work.

My master removed to Mississippi, taking me with him, the year
before Gen. Jackson commenced fighting the Creek Indians.
This big scar on my left cheek, I got in a runaway scrape. A man
who got up with me, jabbed me with the muzzle of a gun, which
knocked me back into the mud: then he tied me. That time, I
received three hundred lashes; one of the slaves who helped tie me,
fainted at seeing me so abused. I have a cut with a knife made by
J---- S---- after I had worked for him all day, because he could
not flog me, as he liked.

I staid awhile, then ran away again,-then a man caught me,
and another came with him home, who wished to buy me. I was a
smart-looking boy-he offered one thousand dollars for me: master
would n't sell. For running away, I received a hundred lashes on the
bare back. I was then sold to his cousin, J-----Y----, in Mississippi.
I lived with him ten years; I suppose I must have been about
thirty-two. At first, Y.'s treatment was fair. I was foreman. He got
rich, and grew mean, and I left him. I was caught and taken back
again. He took me to the blacksmith's shop and had a ring made
of axe-bar iron, which I wore on my right leg from the middle of
May to the middle of September. I worked with it on, and slept
with it on all that time.

After he got it off, I worked awhile,-again I went off, went into
Alabama, was out from October to March,-then was put in jail,
where I lay three months, as they could not hear from my owner, who had moved off to the Choctaw purchase. My boss came and
took me out of jail, chained me to his horse with plough traces,
and was taking me on his way, when Gen. S----,of Georgia bought
me. He put me in his kitchen to cook for him. But I was not
satisfied with him, although he used me well. The fact is, I wanted to
be free. I ran away and left him,-he had me caught, and sold me
to S---- N---- who took me to New Orleans. Nobody there liked
my countenance at all-no one would give a cent for me. N-----
took me to Natchez and sold me, after a week, to a young man
named G---- S----, who had a cotton plantation a few miles
above Natchez. He treated me well at first. He would not allow any
to leave the place to see their friends without a pass from him or
the overseer. I went out to see my friends, and was flogged with a
bull whip on the bare back-a whip heavier and larger than a
horsewhip, with a buck-skin cracker on the lash. I ran away again-they
caught me and put plough traces around my body, and put me to
work hoeing cotton and corn. Not long after, they put on an iron
collar. 1 made an errand-went to the woods-and the overseer sent
all hands to hunt for me. They found me, and brought me back to
the driver. The old driver gave me two blows with the bull whip;
the young driver stopped him. The overseer came up and knocked
me down with his fist by a blow on the head. I fainted, was taken
to a tree, and when I came to, the overseer was bleeding me. Word
came to the overseer, from my master's grandmother, the same day,
that my master was gone away, and unless he took off my chains, I
would die before his return. The overseer took them all off.

At night, I dressed up and started off, steering by the north star.
I walked seven hundred and fifty miles nights,-then, in Kentucky,
I was betrayed by a colored man, and lay in jail fifteen months. I
would n't tell them where I belonged. Then, under terror of the
whip, I told them all about it. A Dr. J---- N---- had bought the
chance of me,-he took me to Nashville, where I waited on him, his
partner, and took care of his horses about four years. I started to
run away from him on his partner's horse-I had one hundred and
fifty dollars with me. He overtook me and took away my money.
Then he put me in jail and sold me to an old broken down trader. I
left him, proceeded north, was caught in Indiana, and taken to
Evansville jail. They would not receive me there, and I was taken to
Henderson, on the Kentucky side, and put in jail there. My owner
put on handcuffs and locked me into the wagon besides with plough
chains. I travelled three days thus in succession-he chaining me
at night to his bedstead. On the third night, I was eating in the
tavern kitchen where we stopped; I concluded to try for the North
once more, I went out and hammered off my chains-found some
assistance to get off my cuffs, and came on my way, travelling
altogether nights by the north star, and lying by in the day. In Ohio, I
found the best kind of friends, and soon reached Canada. When I
first came, I joined the soldiers just after the rebellion: then
practised up and down the province as a physician, from the knowledge
I had obtained from a colored man in Mississippi, who knew roots
and herbs,-but there were many kinds I wanted which I could
not find here.

I am now hiring a piece of land in Buxton. My calculation is, if I
live, to own a farm if I can. My health is good, and the climate
agrees with me-and it does with colored men generally.

Slavery is barbarous. In my view, slaveholders, judged by the
way they treat colored people, are the worst persons on earth.